Broken dreams of flying birds,
dirty hands on skinny arms,
just hanging down her shoulders,
like a deadly young old tree,
and a bit of blood rolling, gently down her nose.
On the floor the princess, strikes the pose.
say goodbye to angel dust;
the only angel that you trust...

Is it hard to go on
Make them believe you are strong?
Don't close your eyes...
All my nights felt like days
So much light in every way
Just blink an eye...

I used to be someone happy...

mas.to

Hello! This is mas.to, a general-purpose, predominantly English-speaking instance.